My Pomeranian wakes me with a smile every day. Her in-the-head clock, tells her it's time for us to go for the one mile walk at 7 AM sharp, and the same thing happens at 7 PM. I talk to her.....but does she answer?...No! Not even a woof. I head out to the shop and she lays on her rug and keeps an eye on me to make sure she will never be abandoned again. That's what's neat about getting a shelter dog. Actually, I don't really know who rescued who. It's been 4 years since I lost my sweetheart of 56 years. The dog helps and that makes me smile. She's beautiful, and doesn't even know it. Roly ~~